Afraid they'd forget, he added, "The Xin Xiaoxiao who gave needles to Grandma Zhang."
"Oh, Xiaoxiao, that kid is nice, lively, cheerful."
"Just a bit too open-minded."
"Aren't all the young people these days open-minded? Xiaoxiao is smart, clever, kind-hearted, and good at chess."
The elderly people, on hearing Xin Xiaoxiao's name, were full of praise.
Xiang Yiqing listening to this was happier than if the praise were for himself. His Xiaoxiao really is that wonderful.
Lively, like a little sun, always giving people the feeling of being full of positive energy.
His lips involuntarily curved up in a spoiled smile, rippling layers in his dark eyes.
"Xiaoxiang, when are you and Xiaoxiao getting married?"
"Hurry up and get married. Your grandfather won't have to envy the Ma Family's capable and fertile granddaughter-in-law anymore. You both should have lots of kids."
Lots of kids...
Can Xiaoxiao do it?
She's still a kid herself.
